Gifting Your Virginity To Daddy Until Your Wedding Day Is Just Plain Weird
Whoever thought of the idea of a girl “pledging” her virginity to her father until her wedding day is just plain weird. “Purity Balls” are here – and daughters all over the land are pledging to remain virgins at the oddest named father-daughter dance of all time.
According to ABC, purity balls are now really a thing – occurring in 48 states and 17 countries. The station attended the 14th annual Father Daughter Purity Ball, where 60 fathers and daughters signed a purity covenant that looks like this:
Purity Covering and Covenant
________________â€™s father, choose before
God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of
purity. I will be pure in my own life as a man, husband and Father. I will be a man
of integrity and accountability as I lead, guide and pray over my daughter and
my family as the High Priest in my home. This covering will be used by God to
influence generations to come.
The girls dress in white ball gowns that look eerily similar to wedding dresses, which I guess is appropriate since one of the fathers explained that after the girl dons her purity ring she is “married to the Lord” and her father is her “boyfriend.” Wedding dresses, purity rings, pledges to be daddy’s girlfriend until Mr. Right comes along – I’m trying to imagine how my 12-year-old self would have reacted to this.
The goal is for the wedding kiss to be the “first kiss ever” which I will never understand or be able to wrap my head around. I sure hope these girls get married, because it would really suck if they didn’t. Why any parent wouldn’t want their child to know if they were physically compatible with the person they are pledging to spend the rest of their life with is beyond me. I’m not “married to the Lord” though, so what do I know.
I’d like to say “to each her own,” but it’s hard because I feel like girls raised under this expectation of “purity” are being stifled in so many ways. The idea that a woman’s virginity should be gifted from her father to her future husband on her wedding day like some creepy dowry is beyond comprehension. Every bone is my feminist body is rebelling against the idea of a 12-year-old dressing in a wedding gown and pledging to be faithful to her Lord and Daddy until her wedding day. Also, “Purity Balls” is pretty much the worst name for an event in the history of time.